ROSE

6. Rose

R O S A B E L L A
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I woke up knowing exactly what to do. I had a goal in my day for the first time. I got up and got ready quickly wanting to not waste any time. I needed to be there soon because I still don't know where my classes are and I still am trying to drink one normal coffee without having to throw it away and getting it spilled.

I started looking for my foulard since I was already cold in the apartment but then I remembered that I gave it away to the bloody-hands angry man. I groaned. I don't regret it, of course! I helped him and it made me happy but this foulard was the only one I had.

I followed my routine just like everyday. I left my building, walked to my coffee shop, got my coffee, sat down to drink a little bit of it and let myself enjoy the moment and then got up to leave and finally started my way to college.

I was there so early but I didn't care. I was dumb enough to already forget how to get back to my locker and I knew it. When I found it, I sighed. I looked at my phone and decided to just leave my bag inside and sit on the floor until it's time for my class but I opened it, my eyes widen.

The foulard that I tied around the guy yesterday was right inside the locker. I don't know how or when but somehow it was and it made me feel bizarre. How does he know my password?

I grabbed the foulard and tried to find blood stains but it was clean. And it smelled good. I moved it closer to my nose and took a smell of it. It smells like boys and I-

"Thank you." Someone said from behind me and that was enough for me to drop the foulard and let out a small scream. I turned around and saw the guy of yesterday. I sighed and tried to calm down and not embarrass myself.

"How... how did you even get it inside?" I tried to ask my question but I was still shaking. Nobody does that!

"You left your locker opened yesterday." It was a short answer but it was all that took me to have the answers to my questions. I sighed.

"Thank you." I said.

"For what? I should be the one thanking you." He smirked and placed his arm right next to my head on the locker which made him get closer to my face. Okay no, too close. I looked away. "What's your name?" He asked and I turned myself back at him.

"It's none of your business! All I did was help you and I would have done that to any other person that needed my help so you don't have to take this as an opportunity to know who I am and ask me questions that I'm too awkward to answer." That was what I wanted to say but all I said was "Rosabella."

"Rose." He repeated more for himself than for me.

"You can call me Bella but my name is Rosabella." I pushed my hair behind my ears and looked down again. Why did he have to stand why closer than I wanted him to?

"I will call you Rose." He insisted with a grin on the corner of his lips and it made me mad but I only bit my lip to stop myself from saying anything mean. "You can call me Tony." He said.

"Your name is Tony?" That was a stupid question but its answer made me feel just a little better.

"Anthony."

"Then I'm calling you Anthony." Was that too mean to say? Because he took his arm off and put his hands in his pockets.

"Everyone I know calls me Tony so it's not flirting, don't worry." He said and I maybe or maybe not have blushed or looked like a tomato, I didn't know. I didn't think of it that way. "Is this your first year here?" He asked.

"Yes. It's my first year in Seattle too." And somehow, I regretted it right after I said it. Why am I giving him information about myself?

"Oh, so you just moved here?" He asked and again, I felt uncomfortable.